What sucks is deaths breaths
Better in a bush or on my chest
I felt your weakness
Fearing I'd done you any harm
Since I'm a baby
You died with a needle in your arm
No cynics here, boys
Love is all in blowing off the dust
But what's the plan, now?
My hands fast filling up with blood
You're heavy, Little
You're a little Heavy
Blind as light, light can't see
So you light the way for me
Through trouble seeing
Put down the expiration month
As I was leaving
Seen the crescent come close and scoop you up
Me driving, weeping
You laughing on the moon, "Good Luck"
You're heavy, Little
You're a little heavy
Blind as light, light can't see
So you light the way for me